At this time, at the Xie family, Xie Qian's sedan was already ready. Early in the morning, the important official in the court had already entered the sedan and set out for the palace.

At this time, the Xie family is always brightly lit, but the back house is still dark.

In the attic deep in the back house, a small lamp suddenly lit up in the black attic. When the window was pushed, the drizzle of rain hit. By the small window, there was an exquisite face. The pretty face on her face was as sad as the weather. Her eyes were like stars. With the faint light, she looked at the light red halo of the lanterns in front of the Xie family. A group of early slaves surrounded her sedan chairs and slowly headed towards the Forbidden City.

Wang Jingchu held the window ridge and withdrew her gaze.

There was a figure in her mind that couldn't be gone, so she sat down, and a maid gave her a bowl of lotus seed soup and said, "Miss, you haven't been asleep for a night, hurry up and take a break. Mr. Ye has his own appearance, so there will definitely be no problem."

Wang Jingchu pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, but this smile could not hide the worries deep in her eyes. She opened her red lips and said, "Well, you go and rest earlier, I... wait here."

She curled her legs and sat down, eating lotus seed soup, chewing it slowly, her eyes lowered, and her eyes seemed to be looking at the silver soup in the bowl, listening to the rustling rain outside, she was lost for a moment.

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The weather gradually cleared, and the sky turned white, and a fast horse seemed to pierce the tranquility of the morning after the rain.

Da da...

The horse stopped in front of a small courtyard. This was a remote courtyard in the inner city. It looked very simple and could even be described as dilapidated.

The rider turned over and got off the horse, tied the rope to the wooden stake in front of the wooden door. He was wearing a fish suit, burly figure, and a soft Fan Yang hat on his head. When he reached out to push the door, the brim of the hat was slightly raised, revealing a rough face. Not Qian Qian, a hundred household of Jinyiwei, who was it?

Qian Qian pushed the door and shouted, "Old Deng, Lao Deng, damn, why are you still rubbing? It's burning your butt, are you still going to the court? It's really hell, it's time for you to show up today. Why are you doing this? Spring and Autumn is all up to you."

Deng Jian had already worn a black hat and an official uniform, wearing a bright outfit. He was squatting under the eaves and eating steamed buns with rice porridge. He raised his eyes and looked at Qian Qian and muttered, "Wait, I haven't filled my stomach yet, don't worry, the Meridian Gate is not open so quickly, why are you anxious?"

Qian Qian stamped his feet in anger: "Why aren't you anxious? Haven't you heard the news? Chunqiu is going to suffer. This is a serious crime of raiding the family and extermination. If it is given to someone..."

Deng Jian shook his head and said, "Hey, so you are a rough man... What do you know? Although the imperial court has made a bad apple, aren't there still loyal and kindness? What are you afraid of with loyal and kindness in the court?"

Qian Qian said angrily: "If there is loyalty and kindness, how could this world be like this? Look, you say loyalty and kindness every day, but I see that the people are not still not fed and their clothes are not covered."

Deng Jian was angry, put down the steamed buns and said angrily: "No... it's so serious. Although I am not very wise today, I still care for the people. Let's just let me explain to you when I finish eating this steamed bun."

After finally pulling Deng Jian out, Qian Qian asked him to ride a horse and he led him in front of him. Qian Qian repeatedly instructed: "This matter is not a joke. Spring and Autumn and we are all the way south, we always have to take care of each other. Oh, a few days ago, the monk from Guangji Temple told me, "I am a noble man, this noble man is Wenquxing. I have thought about it carefully. As an official, you have to rely on not only money, but also on luck. This fortune is the most important..."

"What? You still use the money...Who did you give to?" Deng Jian, who felt his stomach still empty, rubbed his stomach and narrowed his eyes. The instinct of the censor made him notice something.

Qian Qian, who suddenly became alert, kept silent and stopped talking.

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The Meridian Gate has opened, and all officials have entered one after another.

After the rain, the ground was still wet, the official boots under his feet were already wet, and the bells and drums on the city tower, Liu Jian, the leader, looked heavy, and led all the officials to Baohe Palace.

Everyone was stationed in class, and no sound was made in the hall.

Ye Chunqiu stood in the crowd, looking very inconspicuous, but there were still many people looking at him secretly.

He seemed very calm inside, but his eyes were always on Xue Shi Zhu not far away.

Jiao Huangzhong did not come today and was still detained in the Ministry of Rites.

But when Mr. Zhu entered the palace, Ye Chunqiu kept noticing him. Ye Chunqiu really hated this person to his bones, but at this time he did not show any expression, but only hid this murderous intent in his heart.

Zhu Dehai seemed to notice a malicious gaze, so he looked back and saw Ye Chunqiu, smiling slightly, looking disregarded.

At this time, Liu Jin slowly entered the hall, holding a whisk in his hand, and said aloud: "Your Majesty is sick. Today, the court proposal, please ask the Duke to discuss the affairs of the people. Come and give a seat to several old ministers who are very virtuous."

These are all old rules. The so-called high age and high moral character does not mean that the elderly people are really allowed to sit here. There are not many people who can sit here, only a few cabinet masters and the ministers of various ministries.

So a little eunuch moved to Jindun, and the ministers and the tribes sat down clearly, and another eunuch poured a cup of tea for each of them. Liu Jian, as the chief minister, took the tea cup and did not drink it, but just sat leisurely.

At his lower head was Li Dongyang. Li Dongyang lowered his head and opened the tea cover and blew the tea foam in the tea, as if he had nothing to do with everything in front of him.

And the next head was Xie Qian. Xie Qian stared at Jiao Fangren and others opposite him, without showing any expression.

The rest were Zhao Yan and other Shangshu sitting aside. They all had different expressions, but they all seemed to have agreed and showed unusual calmness.

Opposite them were Jiao Fang, Zhang Cairen and others, and Liu Jin also stood on Jiao Fang's side with a smile.

Jiao Fang was not concerned about Xie Qian's gaze, and seemed to be calm and gentle, as if he had no concern for his son's life or death.

Zhang Cai had a smile on his face, and from the corner of his eyes he glanced at His Highness’s ministers, wondering what he was thinking.

Liu Jin froze his face, his eyes looked back and forth and wandered around, but the grim smile on the corner of his mouth made people feel cold.

No one spoke, and it was heard that the needles fell from the hall were heard. These monks who should have stood up to preside over the court discussion were now silent.

But everyone showed a leisurely look, and they looked indifferent.

However...this silence was finally broken.

Someone slowly left the work and arrived in the hall and said, "The officials have something to report."
Chapter completed!